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-- Thing Ever

So here I was again,... bodies. I can't count how many, sweat streaming into my eyes. Am I crying too? No.I feel like I should move. Threatened. Still panting, arms heavy, shit am I holding two guns? Two hot in the middle of a warm smoking pile; where am I. Who am I? What just scowered my head clean? Need a plan, but right now I'm too cold, sweating scared of some kind of triumph. I cheated someone somehow someway somewhen. Yeah When am I? Who am I with right now?I mean I'll always love Sammy but, wait is that a cat-staring at me?...

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A Kinbria Flower

I had a dream fragment/vision about a Kinbria Flower A green shoot came up out of the green gras on a hill overlooking sparkling water the green shoot rose up until it was a tall tall daisy flower with bright whit petals reaching out until in the middle there was your smiling face with your eyes closed Like you were happily sleeping in class It was a kimbria flower on a warm spring day From out of the sun a white shape formed and fell to the ground and sank in Shluck and then another one schlunk It was raining decorated cakes out of the sun one after another Then the cakes started stacking up on one another in a maze of walls around the flower Then the walls got to almost as high as the kimbria flower and stopped then all parted back, leaning and curling like they were flower petals of cake. Then tiny green vines climbed the cake walls on all sides The tiny green vines had a shiny silver light that shimmered and traveled along The network of vines growing on the leaned back white cakes maze walls Then in all different places big big blossoms just burst out in all different colors And as the petals of each blossom opened inside was an album cover, or photograph of you Until there was a living garden gallery in a maze around smiling sleeping you're kimbria flower and walls of cake On a green grassy hill above the sparkling water

Roland Byron Henry @ballistictruth

Owl Spirit

7:30p Thursday night? Before Karaoke? Owl looking at me. The Owl from someone's drum. The Owl is look at me turned its head all the way around and it didn't turn its head. The eyes become round spinning stones that change colors. As I looked I was seeing the front and the back at the same time and the form kept turning around. Feathers grew from the top of the head and flowed down the other side that I could see at the same time was the growing hair of a woman. The feathers would grow down splash up into a ball all around her then grew down as different colors different feathers of different birds different hair colors and textures of different women. The vision broke as the music stopped

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